Mr. Recruiter

Mr. Recruiter

By:  Garland Davis


I believe I should thank you

Mr. Recruiter Petty Officer in blue

I was a just a dumb kid

I didn’t know any better.


I was gone a few days’ after

Turning seventeen. Signed for four

of haze gray and midnight watch.

Ninety-six bucks a month.


My high school friends carried me to

The airport on that hot July day.  They

Dropped me off and I was quickly gone.

First time to fly taking me from home.


Open bay barracks across the country.

People yelling and pushing me to the

Navy way.  Became easier as days passed

Became my way as understanding came to me.


Marched in ranks to graduation day.

Then across the harbor to a Cruiser Heavy.

Lost at first then guided by Petty Officer.

I learned my new life till one day realized

I was once again at home.



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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.